Last day as the Answer
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Douglas Adams, before he died, wrote a book called the The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy, which is fortunate, because it would have been quite the trick had he waited to try to write it after he died. In it, an alien computer called Deep Thought (because who else would you want to cogitate over this sort of thing, really?) is programmed to ponder the solution to Life, the Universe and Everything, and after a few million years, returns with an answer of 42. It's still thinking about the Question.
Now, I have only been the answer for 364 days. And tomorrow Monday, the 21st of May, I shall graduate to the next phase of life, the state of 14th prime. And frankly, I'm a little bummed about the condition of my life, from the physical concerns I've bored you with in the past and shall surely bore you with again soon enough, the lack of employment I've hinted at before (and may or may not have explicitly stated), the condition of being a singleton like Bridget Jones, without the hope of a Darcy or a Cleaver (or a Collins, if you prefer the original Pride and Prejudice formulation) or, rather, their female equivalents showing up any time soon.
Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration, but all too often, they're a reminder that one is not where one wanted to be in life at a given stage, nor even where one expected to be.
Adopting the Enchant track "Fade 2 Grey" as a theme song for this occasion.